Forgot to post this one:
APRIL PROMPTS #3
a non-Ogden Nashy Spring Poem in a form
PANTOUM FOR THE FIRST WARM DAY IN APRIL
~stilted, but not Ogden-Nashy
(“O April Morning” Really?)
Another winter gone and we are still alive.
Wind blows from the south, driving
urgent geese. So much will be born,
and born again. So much has died.
The south wind blows, driving
the first wild April storm
to wash away the winter that has died.
One robin, brave enough to sing
his wild song through the April storm–
does he rejoice, or mourn?
And am I brave enough to sing,
strong enough to give
(though still I mourn
small things that did not survive)?=09o-
Make me brave, help me give
the song I have, O April morning.
Small things that did survive
fly and rustle, singing, warming.
Here’s the song I have, this April morning:
The cold is gone, the birds declare the Spring.
They fly and rustle, singing, warming.
So much will soon be born.
The Earth has turned, and we proclaim the Spring,
Winter gone, and we are still alive.